After getting finished ejaculating thanks to Lorraine’s supple mid-drift, I got to noticing Melvin. Melvin is throwing off quite a strong retard vibe; shaved head, vacant stare, tart facial expression, short arms and smallish hands. The shirt, the irony of which is totally lost on Melvin, clearly is the topper that sets the Tart Light ablaze. Tart Light, I says.